Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Joy! Endless joy! Come on! Endless joy is waiting for us!"

Alfheim, the capital planet of the Eldar, was once the cradle of life for the Eldar and the most prosperous place in the Eldar empire. But now, everything has changed beyond recognition.

Brutal joy swept across the entire planet like a plague. The formerly blue sky was shrouded in the mist produced by various exciting chemical reagents, and the originally rough seas were dried up due to the uncontrolled enjoyment of the Eldar Empire.

Instead, there are the most tempting and delicious drinks in the universe. They pour in continuously, filling this former ocean. The intoxicating aroma of wine and the pungent smell of chemical reagents are intertwined, filling every part of the planet. corner.

The surface of the planet has undergone earth-shaking changes. There is no longer fertile soil, replaced by a strange earth made of all kinds of weird flesh and blood.

The creatures integrated into the land seemed to still retain a trace of vitality, and from time to time they made bursts of painful groans, as if telling of the torture they had suffered.

Here, the former source of life has turned into a barren carnival place, and the prosperity and glory of the Eldar Empire have also disappeared under the erosion of joy.

In the very center of this mysterious planet stands a terrifying and huge duel arena.

The scale of this dueling arena is beyond imagination, and its walls are actually made of countless human bodies!

These bodies were entangled and stacked together in an extremely strange way, forming a strong and terrifying barrier.

If you listen closely, you can even vaguely hear the painful groans of the humans who have long been integrated with the wall, as if they are telling the world about the terrible torture they have suffered.

But for the Eldar participating in the duel, this is like a warm room. They like to enjoy the screams of humans while bathing in the blood of their enemies.

Entering the duel arena is even more terrifying. Hundreds of billions of human eyeballs, of various sizes, are densely embedded in the inner wall of the duel arena.

They shone faintly like stars, and every human eyeball seemed to reveal the unspeakable fear and despair before their death.

The presence of these human eyeballs filled the entire duel arena with an eerie atmosphere, making outsiders feel like they were in a nightmare.

Thousands of Eldar gladiators entered this gigantic dueling arena, wearing masks of chagrin that allowed the wearer to distract the enemy during close combat.

The masks themselves are made of carefully carved skin and bones, and are inlaid with mysterious runes. When someone looks at these masks, they will see their family, lovers or idols appearing in front of them, thus making They have difficulty concentrating during life-or-death moments.

"Cut off your opponent's head!"

Countless Eldar people cheered wildly on the sidelines, witnessing all this, completely immersed in this inhumane duel.

"Then XXOO with his head!!"

This sentence that came from nowhere pushed this duel to a new climax.

"start!!!"

Accompanied by the passionate and heroic sound of the horn, thousands of Eldar gladiators poured into the center of the battlefield like a tide. They held a variety of weapons and shields and began a thrilling life-and-death fight.

"My garden! A place where screams are flowers! Pain is fragrance!!!"

Their harsh and fanatical sounds came out from under the helmets of countless gladiators. They held swords in one hand and shields in the other, slapping the shields in their hands with their long knives.

At this moment, these sounds echoed over the battlefield like thunder, inspiring every soldier to move forward bravely.

More and more screams sounded, as if they were about to break through the sky. Under the masks of countless Eldar gladiators are crazy and twisted smiles, which is the desire for killing and victory.

"Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!!"

The shouts of killing came and went, resounding throughout the battlefield. These gladiators wielded their weapons mercilessly, each slash carrying a deadly threat.

Their figures shuttled among the lights and shadows of swords, intertwined and collided with each other, forming a bloody and spectacular picture.

"Play Poker!!! Play Poker!!! Play Poker!!!"

There was a group of distorted Eldar civilians shouting obscene words. Their bodies were as pale as a piece of white paper, and their bodies were so shriveled that the internal organs in their bodies could almost be seen.

But they were still shouting with perverted laughter, building momentum for this bloody game.

At the same time, the bodies of countless Eldar gladiators collided with each other, making dull sounds. The sharp knives shone coldly in the air, intersecting with their shadows.

Blood spurted out like a fountain and splashed on the ground, forming pools of scarlet blood. The corpses scratched by the blade flew away like flowers scattered by a goddess, and the corpse pieces were thrown into the air, and then fell one after another.

"I can't bear it!!! Kill!!!"

Seeing such a tragic scene, some extremely excited viewers could no longer restrain their inner impulses.

They climbed over the fence, jumped into the dueling arena, picked up the weapons on the ground, and joined the melee without hesitation. What was originally just a contest between gladiators has now turned into a melee involving everyone.

But instead of stopping them, the referee jumped into the duel field with them.

One bloody battle after another was taking place in the duel field, until both sides had enjoyed themselves to the extreme before slowly stopping.

..............................

In the endless and desolate subspace, a realm filled with purple light is gradually emerging.

Along with the formation of the field, a voice as young and pure as a baby slowly sounded.

This voice seemed to possess an indescribable magic power, instantly attracting the attention of several gods.

From the moment it is born, it transcends the limitations of time and exists in the past, present and future.

The terrifying warp storm spread quickly like a frenzy, mercilessly ravaging the entire Eldar Empire.

However, Pell, who was in the midst of it, knew nothing of the impending disaster.

At the same time, the galaxy is shattering bit by bit, and the fallen Eldar are gradually being swallowed by the surging sea of ​​souls in the warp. Despite the critical situation, they remained unaware of it.

Time is running out before the party takes over the Eldar Empire, and the Empire is ready for all-out war.

This cruel joy of the Eldar Empire will eventually come to a cruel end.